Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 577: Final Auction Items (2)

Soon, four attendants appeared on the stage, their movements synchronized like a carefully rehearsed dance. They carried a sword resting upon a jade stand so white and pure that it seemed to be made of solid light.

As soon as the red cloth was removed, a bluish radiance illuminated the stage, spreading outward like a wave of crystalline water.

The sword measured just over a meter in length, its blade slender and elegant. Its surface shimmered with a deep blue glow, resembling the sky just before dawn, when the stars still shine, yet the first light has already begun to appear on the horizon.

Tiny luminous particles drifted across its surface like stars reflected upon water, creating patterns that shifted slowly, as though the sword itself were alive.

The auctioneer smiled, her eyes gleaming with the pride of presenting such a rare treasure.

"The first relic of the final stage." She carefully lifted the sword, her fingers wrapping around the hilt with the reverence of someone holding something sacred.

"The Falling Star Spiritual Sword."

Her gaze swept across the audience, meeting the eyes of those in attendance.

"According to the preserved records, this sword was forged nearly two thousand years ago using Falling Star Metal, a material that can only be found within meteorites that fall in regions where the Qi is extraordinarily pure."

"It once belonged to the Grand Elder of the now-extinct Blue Moon Sect, one of the greatest swordsmen of his era."

The moment she finished her introduction, numerous cultivators immediately showed interest. Bidding plaques began to rise, and voices competed against one another. The excitement shining in the audience’s eyes was almost tangible.

Kyrian also observed it carefully. As Sun Luguo’s disciple, his attention instinctively shifted toward the quality of the forging, toward the details an ordinary eye might overlook. Even from a distance, he could see the blade’s remarkable balance, the way its weight was distributed perfectly evenly. The lines were elegant, the curvature nearly flawless, and the finish exceptionally refined. It was unquestionably a work of art.

However, before he could reach any conclusion, Gao Ziyue spoke calmly, her voice as soft as a strand of silk.

"Beautiful..."

She rested her chin upon her hand, her eyes evaluating the sword with a critical gaze.

"But it isn’t worth the price they’re going to pay."

Kyrian looked at her, intrigued.

"Why?"

She discreetly pointed toward the sword, her gesture almost imperceptible.

"The weapon spirit is dying."

He looked again, focusing more deeply. His mastery of appraisal techniques was still limited, but he was learning quickly.

"How could you tell?"

She smiled, a smile that revealed the pleasure of sharing knowledge.

"Look at the blue aura surrounding the guard. Not the primary light, but that weaker glow, the one that’s almost impossible to notice."

Kyrian focused his vision, forcing his eyes to see beyond the surface. After several seconds, he finally noticed it.

There truly was an incredibly subtle fluctuation, a vibration that was not synchronized with the rest of the weapon. Far too small for ordinary cultivators to notice, yet obvious to trained eyes.

"The spiritual Qi has already lost much of its vitality. It may still function perfectly for several years, perhaps even a decade. But the process of deterioration has already begun, and there’s no way to reverse it."

Her smile became almost imperceptible, carrying the quiet wisdom of experience.

"Whoever pays millions for it will end up buying a weapon that’s already condemned. Within a few years, it’ll be nothing more than a beautiful blade without any power."

The bidding began, a true whirlwind of numbers and voices. Five hundred thousand spirit stones, seven hundred thousand, nine hundred thousand, one million. The bids continued climbing without showing the slightest sign of slowing down, each new offer surpassing the previous one before it had even been fully registered.

A few minutes later, the sword was sold for an amount that could have allowed countless small families to survive for decades, a small fortune capable of changing the destiny of whoever purchased it.

Kyrian merely gave a slight shake of his head, a gesture of acknowledgment.

"Quite expensive."

"Extremely expensive." Gao Ziyue agreed, her voice carrying quiet certainty.

"And not very wise."

She took another small sip of wine, savoring the liquid before continuing.

"Appearance is often expensive. People see the brilliance, they see the history, they see the prestige, and they forget to look at the essence."

The auction continued, one item after another, each stirring a fresh wave of interest and competition.

The second item appeared shortly afterward, a small crystal bottle so transparent that it seemed to be made of frozen air. Inside, three drops of pale blue blood floated slowly, radiating such intense cold that even the container itself began condensing tiny particles of frost upon its surface.

The temperature around the stage visibly dropped, and several cultivators seated nearby felt a chill run down their spines.

"Blood from an Ancient Glacial Beast!" the auctioneer announced, her voice filled with excitement.

Numerous cultivators specializing in body refinement immediately showed interest. Some even partially rose from their seats, their bodies leaning forward as though they could absorb the power contained within those drops across the distance.

The auctioneer carefully explained its properties: physical strengthening, meridian tempering, greater affinity with the Laws of Ice, and the possibility of awakening a dormant bloodline.

The bidding began almost immediately, a rain of numbers climbing higher and higher.

Kyrian watched attentively, his violet eyes fixed upon the crystal bottle. Beside him, Gao Ziyue slightly wrinkled her nose, a gesture of disapproval that he had already learned to recognize.

"The extraction method was poor."

"Poor?"

"Yes. Look at the third drop, the one that’s slightly darker than the other two. Its vital essence was contaminated during the extraction process, most likely because of an improper technique or an impure container."

Kyrian examined it once more, his eyes tracing every detail with renewed concentration. After a few moments, he noticed the third drop’s slightly different hue, almost imperceptible, yet undeniably present.

"Does that reduce its effectiveness by much?"

"Far more than people imagine. The blood of an Ancient Glacial Beast is powerful precisely because it carries the creature’s pure essence. Even the slightest contamination can compromise the entire refinement process."

"Whoever buys it will most likely never discover the real reason why their refinement won’t be complete, and they’ll blame themselves for their failure."

Shortly afterward, the bottle was also sold for a small fortune, its buyer barely able to contain his excitement.

Next came even more treasures, each more astonishing than the last. An ancient scroll containing part of a lost Spiritual Formation, its yellowed pages glowing with knowledge that only a handful of people in the world still possessed.

A Memory Stone containing decades of experience from a Master Alchemist, allowing that knowledge to be passed on even after the master’s death.

An enormous Spatial Ring capable of storing virtually an entire small mansion, its surface encrusted with gemstones that shone with a light of their own.

Each item sparked fierce competition, every bid caused the entire hall to hold its breath, and every successful sale was followed by applause and murmurs. The prices soared to astronomical heights, fortunes that the vast majority of cultivators would never see throughout their entire lives.